Red Hot Valentine: Falling for Cupid by Christin Lovell

muscles
alluded to his strength, to the powerful male he was. “I’m about to
send us both over the edge, honey.”
    I nodded my head. I’d never craved someone so
desperately. My chest hurt, my limbs were stiff; my heart pounded
against my lungs making it hard to breath. “Fuck me, please.”
    He reached for his pants on the floor and
rifled through his pocket. Within seconds he tore into the condom
wrapper and donned it. He stepped into me, aligning his cock at my
sopping folds. Our gazes locked; he wouldn’t release me. Instead,
he moved closer. He enclosed his arms around my waist, bringing all
of my lush roundness against him. He held me so tight a sheet of
tissue paper couldn’t fit between us.
    I felt him lift me to my tiptoes before he
slammed into me, to the hilt. We both groaned. Pleasure burst
through my core. Like fireworks blasting from within, sensation
burned then fizzled, leaving me hankering for more immediately.
    He set a heart pounding rhythm. With my legs
spread, with the height difference, he had the leverage. He
clutched me like a rag doll and burrowed into me over and over. His
gaze stabbed me, further electrifying me.
    Fuck, he was hot. The way he ground his
teeth, the flare of his nostrils on every sharp exhale, the
permanent furrow of his brows in passionate concentration was sexy
as hell. His strength bulged and flexed beneath my palms as he took
me the way he wanted to, the way I’d always dreamed.
    Tension wound and bound every muscle in my
body. My womb was one massive knot, the epicenter of my yearning.
Pressure suspended me. I was drowning in him, the sound of his
flesh hitting mine, the sound of his rugged breaths mixing with my
own, the sound of his tiny grunts as he thoroughly took me. I’d
never been lost in someone like I was in Coop.
    Then my feet were off the ground; his efforts
seemed to double. The weight, the fall, the new angle sent me
tumbling fast and hard into him. I had not doubt my neighbors heard
every guttural cry that left my lips. I damn near climbed him,
clawing him as if he was going to let go. My body shattered around
powerful waves of pleasure that stole my strength. He blurred
before me. I felt him, but he seemed far away as I was pulled under
swell after swell of rich sensation.
    He held me, stroking me gently. “I’ve got you
and I’m not letting you go.” It was a declaration and a relief.
    I blinked rapidly, gasping for air. My heart
and pulse were in accord, both sprinting at a loud, rapid pace. My
limbs tingled, feeling molded of Jell-O rather than flesh and
bone.
    He nuzzled my neck, kissing his way up to my
lips. It wasn’t until my body began to calm down that I realized
his breathing was just as labored as mine. I felt his heart
thundering in his chest. He held me to him so tight, like he was
relying on me for support as much as I was relying on him. His kiss
was softer now, more sensual, as if his lips were stroking me for
comfort’s sake. “You’re beautiful.” The way he looked at me left no
room for doubt.
    I felt my cheeks heat. “So are you.”
    He gave me a goofy, starry-eyed grin. His
irises melted into pools of cool water, sparkling like light rays
were reflecting off of them. “What do you say we shower then head
to my place? We can pick up take out on the way.” He set me down,
testing my legs before he released me.
    I leaned up and kissed him. “I say follow
me.” I sashayed towards the bathroom, knowing he watched my every
lump, roll and curve sway along the way.
    —

Chapter Six
    February
14 th
    Cupid
    The last eleven days were the best of my
life. Daisy was everything I’d wanted and more. She was full of
tenacity. She challenged me to always be the best I could be, no
excuses allowed.
    “ Did your brother decide
whether he’s coming for Memorial Day weekend yet?” She dropped into
the chair beside me at the table.
    “ No, but that’s Nick. We
won’t know till the day before he arrives probably.” I stared at
her. I